141. Stop, Mr. Contreras

Elysia's pov

"If you say so, sir, am I done and free to go?"

"Go? I'm not done yet; I still have various questions to ask you."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can put up with these questions of yours. I believe they should be work-based, but you have not asked me a thing like this. I have to leave now. Thank you for allowing me to be here."

"Okay, let's play it the hard way. If you want to leave, go, but you miss out on a huge job opportunity. Considering your situation, you might want to rethink your decision if you walk out of here.

"What do you say, should we go ahead and talk about business?" he asked with a simple flick of his wrist.

I can feel my throat dry and my eyes dim for a minute. Nothing is audible enough to hear, nor can I see clearly. This wasn't what I imagined would happen when I came to audition.

I didn't know I would catch the eye of the hot billionaire.

No matter how much I heard it, it didn't make the voice in my head go away. I blinked to make sure I didn't hear